❽ A n g r y a s a b u l l
1608 Words
I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow.
R O G E R S
Not a single motel room has available rooms left. After being kicked out of his own house, Steve realized Bucky will not be finding a place to stay for at least tonight, so he invited Bucky to his house.
"It's a mess, I'm really sorry," Steve muttered, he never really made a mess, or left his house to be this dirty, but after losing Amanda and his son, the only good habit left he can do is not swearing.
"It's okay. Thank you so much for letting me stay." Bucky said, Steve opened the door up, to see a very messy living room.
"I have two bedrooms, the other one was..." He couldn't say the name of the girl he once loved the most out, but Bucky understood everything. "It's quite old and dusty, you can't stay there, but you can sleep on the couch."
"The couch will do, Detective."
"Bathroom is that way, my bedroom is next to it-- I told you that just in case the killer is here and you need help, the kitchen is right there, I have some beers if you want anything just knock yourself out."
"Got it."
"Don't make yourself at home, because this is my home," Steve said with a blank face and made Bucky felt really confused.
"I'm taking a shower first." Steve walked away, Bucky nodded and started observing.
This place was a total mess, plates and bowls were left on the sink, empty bottles on every corner. Bucky was hungry so he opened up the fridge and realized Steve almost had nothing but alcohol.
"Detective!" He yelled to the bathroom.
"What?! I'm having shower thoughts about the case, don't disturb!"
"I'm sorry! But do you have plums by any chance?"
"What?"
"Plums! A plum!"
"No!!"
Bucky sighed, and grabbed a can of beer for himself then walked over to the couch, he sat there for so long, until he decided he wouldn't be able to sleep with all the guilt and he was hungry again, so he shouted.
"Detective, I'm going out to buy something to eat! I'll be right back!"
"Bring your gun with you!"
"I never go anywhere without it!"
P A R K E R
He gently drew his fingers along your cheek's curb. His eyes laid on your face, his ears listened to you breathing, his heart felt... love? Passionate... yes, passion, that he's been waiting and dying to feel.
It's late at night, you were laying on the bed that he fixed. You were asleep, or at least he thought you were.
For some reason, he couldn't say anything, like a good night, or sweet dreams, he was afraid he will wake you up and he will lose the moment.
So he sat there, for so long, maybe an hour or so, and he would've stayed there and just looked at you forever, but he had things to do.
He kissed you on the forehead, then got up from the bed, grabbed a key from the table, then opened the door up, he made sure he locked everything and walk upstairs from the basement.
The bookshelf was a secret door that led to his living room, when he shut the shelf some books fell off, he put them back on then sat on the sofa.
He opened up his laptop, then checked how was Bucky Barnes doing with all the Spiders in his tub. Deeply he was scared that the guy will somehow jump into the tub without looking at what was in it and got injured, because no, not yet, he didn't want to kill Barnes off the game, not right now anyway.
Then something in him reminded him about how he promised himself and you that he won't kill anymore, but even with you under his basement wasn't enough.
Killing made him feel, that's what he thought he needed, to feel something.
So... yes, in order to protect you from himself, he must kill again, and this time is not like before, that was just the beginning.
He will send the signal, on how will each be killed, and he sent one already to Agent Barnes.
Yes, he indeed very much love spending time looking at you, but the best part of him wants to hear them scream, in pain, in fear. Those voices pleased him. And In the end he'll be looking at them from above, all the persons in the lists, and let out a grin.
Because he feels when he hurt people.
Maybe he should hurt you?
Oh, how good it would feel to hear your voice begging for your life...
Just grab a knife from your collection box, Peter, slid it up her throat and watch life fade away from her face.
No! What is he thinking? You're the love of his life! He can't kill you!
Two sides of his minds were fighting each other and his head hurts as if it was about to explode. He moaned out and got off from the sofa, he felt to the ground, screaming out the pain, he made it to the table.
His shaking hands reached out for a bottle of painkillers, he poured it down in his hand, didn't care to count how many it was, or how it will affect him in a bad way, he needed the headaches to ends.
He swallowed it all down his throat, then sat there with sweats all over his body, until the medicine acted and he felt okay.
"Uh...." He got up slowly then heard the sounds of the rain so he sighed, he didn't hate it, he loves rain, it helps a lot most of the time to clean evidence traces when he murders, but he needs to fill his fridge again.
He didn't have a car, but a motorcycle, so he was soaking wet driving through to the rain, not a single shops were opened in such a storm. He had to go further and further until he finds one.
He put his hoodie over his head then he ran into the mini-mart, he looked around, he needed more painkillers, he wasted it so much on himself.
He wanted more foods and drinks too, he picked all your favorites he's been leaning your information, then he grabbed himself some beers.
He headed to the cashier, put the stuff on the counter the exact same time another person places his.
Parker looked up.
He saw James Buchanan Barnes.
"..." Peter stared frozen at the Agent.
"Sorry, you can go first." Barnes had no idea at all, he stepped back from the counter, letting Peter do first, his mind was thinking about Sharon Carter's death.
Instead of being afraid, seeing face to face with the one he's been involved with. Parker smiled inside, he's never been this close to his prey. It's a risk? Yes, of course. But it was fun.
"Nice tattoo," Peter told Bucky, looking at Bucky's hand that covered with black and grey ink, painted it to look like an Iron arm.
"Thanks. Big family?" He asked back, looking at all the stuff Peter bought.
"No, I just eat a lot." He chuckled softly.
"You live around the corner?" Bucky asked.
Too risky to be honest, Parker made sure he will not get in trouble. "I could just walk here, actually, but it rains." He lied.
"Yeah, f*****g rains," Bucky said annoyedly. "Always makes things hard."
"Not every time though."
"For my work, it makes things hard." He shrugged.
"For mine's not so bad."
"You're agent Barnes right?" The cashier joined the conversation.
"Oh... yes." Barnes replied uncomfortably. Because you couldn't catch me right? Peter thought.
"I heard it from the news, he put spiders in your bathtub?" The cashier asked terrifyingly.
"Yeah. f*****g psychopath." Bucky complained.
Parker took it as a compliment.
"Why couldn't you catch him yet?" The cashier put Peter's thing in the plastic bags.
"I'm trying to." Bucky was getting annoyed.
"I'm excited! A famous FBI visited me! Hey, a selfie!" The guy snapped a quick selfie. "I thought FBI agents should be like-- a secret identity, but anyway, do you have any suspects yet?"
"No."
Peter enjoyed Bucky's desperate situation so much.
"I bet he's like, an old pervert guy, did he rape the girls though? I mean, they're f*****g hot, I would have." He laughed disgustedly.
Peter's lost all his enjoyment, rape? He's not a lowlife like these peasants, he never used them to please him-- well, at least not for lust, he killed them, that's all.
"I can't share any of the case's information to you." Bucky was as angry as a bull.
"Oh, Sharon Carter looked like a total
babe, no wonder why he killed her." He couldn't shut up, so,
"Hey, shut the f**k up! Those women did nothing to deserve this, if you're not going bring justice to them then just shut the f**k up! And respect the gender that gave birth to you, f*****g useless piece of s**t!" He threw all the stuff at the guy.
Then he walked out without buying any of the stuff, Parker also got his stuff so he followed Bucky out.
"What a d**k, right?" Peter asked.
"Now, I have to go further to find a shop that's still open." He sighed.
"I hope you catch him, Agent!" Peter hopped on his motorcycle.
"Thanks. Hey! What did you say your name was?" He asked.
Peter Parker smiled under his hoodie and shouted back before drove off.
"I didn't!"
- Writer
